The wedding procession arrived quickly, grandly driving into the Jiang Residence. Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air downstairs, a scene of vibrant festivities.
Standing by the window, Wei Anning watched as Lu Junxi stepped out of the car dressed in a dashing white suit. He stood on the driveway, nervously adjusting his bowtie. She stifled a laugh and turned to Yan Nanfei, saying, "Nan Fei, your groom is here."
Yan Nanfei's heart skipped a beat, rippling inexplicably with a wave of emotions, but she quickly regained her composure.
Her hands rested intertwined on her lap, remaining calm amidst the outside chaos. Sitting there silently as if she existed apart from the world, deep down she knew this was unfair to Lu Junxi—nobody had forced her to marry him.
The path was her choice. Yet how she wished the one coming to marry her was her White Horse Prince.
